Lucem Ferre said
It was a ghost that enjoys children and you probably hurt it’s feelings.

lol should have just let him have his way with me

shut up bitch gimmie your tippie toes

The witch freaked me out and left me feeling weird.

Thanks.

Johnny’s the man!

*instantly YouTube’s  Ghost Adventures Robert the doll* 

In dreams?

Heres ur cameo

Drunkalo said
@Old Mr Dangerous you got some stories buddy, good lord! Not saying i dont believe you, i have no reason to yet. But shit man, youve been thru some shit. 

@djscrubb dont know what it was about that episode at thst particular moment but my subconscious wasnt having it!  

Lol! Yeah, I’ve been told I should write a book. I also have a perplexing take on these experiences… like, have I just lived a unique life full of unbelievably strange coincidences and surprises, or am I just more observant of things that happen, a combination of both, Maybe? When I tell stories at work to people, at some point they always stop believing something. But I haven’t lied once to them about anything. People in NC, for example, believed FAR less of my stories than these people in CO. However, I’m very aware that the incredulous nature of these events can create uneasiness in people. I’d like to say it doesn’t bother me to be considered a tall tale teller, but it does. I’m learning to grow out of that, though. I know these things have happened, my wife knows they have (she’s been a witness to much of it; we’ve been together some 1998), my momz knows these things. Unfortunately my brothers are gone, as they were the biggest source of my zany experiences lol. 

Despite a bit of modesty, I truly enjoy sharing these stories, as it seems like a form of catharsis. And I don’t really have many friends after my brothers left. Currently my two closest homies, who are actually cousin’s and live in two different states than myself, have took temporary dips from society: one self-admitted to rehab, the other is shutting people out after his wife out of nowhere decided to separate from him. Like we didn’t see it coming at all, kind of shit. So I don’t really talk to anyone, as I have trust issues and generally don’t enjoy socializing. People want to hang with me, and that’s the area of my life where I reserve my lies for: making up excuses to not hang out with others lol. I’m honest in the other areas, but man I just want to chill with my wife and daughters, usually.

I’m an outgoing introvert, if that makes any sense. You might even mistake me for the life of the party, but people generally disappoint me with their behavior.

Here’s one: the second Gathering i went to was the 2001 Toledo one. I have photos and autographs and everything. I was still cool with my ex at that time, and she asked me where i had been, so I told her. She said I was a liar and that she recalled me holding hands and walking through the local mall with my future wife during the dates of the 2001 GOTJ. I’ve since shown her pictures, but people don’t see what they don’t want to, I guess. 

I’ll bet that in ten years, wherever we are in the world, the story I inevitably will tell of how my wife and I saved up money in NY, sold 90% of our belongings, then drove our baby daughters and ourselves out west for days, with the vague destination being Colorado because of rumors of a decent economic situation and sunshine for 300 days a year, etc… then finding a random trailer on Craigslist through this junkie yuppie kid from Boulder, immediately landing a job at a brand new, just opening marijuana dispensary, moving up to a shift manager within a year, and still thriving there today, albeit in a nicer house that we’re about to buy….. sounds unbelievable to me lol… but here we are.

Jumpsteady and his Chaos Theory are incredible inspirations to me. I’d like to shake that man’s hand, for putting into words my own philosophy that I never realized I had been living.

Wow, that’s a lot. My day off, sue me.

The (rather lengthy) story of how I kind of lived Nightmare on Elm Street:

Sleep and I have always had an on again off again relationship. It doesn’t matter what my sleeping habits are, what medication I’m taking for it, what home remedy meds, or whether I’m meditating regularly, nothing really seems to help. Sometimes it’s worse than others but I’ve never been able to find a connection or reason. Just seems to kind of happen at random. 

I was also on very strong anti-psychotics when I was a teenager. They only made the sleep irregularities worse for me. The same shitty doctor that put me on them would up the dosage every time I told him that they were making my sleeping problems worse, which made them even worse, which upped the dose and so on and so forth. When I did sleep, I almost always had dreams because my body was trying to get those sweet, sweet, REM moments in. Freddy Kreuger started to make appearances here and there in my dreams. Slowly becoming more and more significant to the dreams. Like, it started out with him just kind of being there and led to him being the sole focus on my dreams (much like the movies). It led to me learning a lot about Lethal Catatonia and waking dreams and whole lot of other neat info that I still have but at that time it led to a legit case of Somniphobia (fear of going to sleep). 

This led to me trying my ass off to not sleep. I wasn’t afraid of Freddy because I knew that he wasn’t real but you really can die in your sleep. It’s because the body enters fight or flight mode while also being catatonic. This results in the body increasing your adrenaline levels (because it recognizes fight or flight mode AND a lack of movement) to wake you up but nothing happens (if you, say, already have a sleeping problem that results in almost immediate REM sleep) so it keeps going until you either die of a heart attack or stroke. Not something I wanted to experience. However, when I did eventually pass out I would try to wake myself up in the dream (a process that’s scientifically questionable at best but fun all the same), Freddy would bring it up, give chase and it just went from there. 

This continued for months on end. To the point where I eventually had a full break down and called a friend to talk to him about it. He (like the movies dictate) told me not to worry about it, smoke a couple joints before bed, chill, and keep him updated. The weed just made it worse but regardless, this smoking before bed, calling him and reporting in continued for a few weeks. 

It got to the point where he started calling me and giving me shit because he had started dreaming of Freddy. Freddy wasn’t a big problem in his dreams but he was there all the same. I told him that’s how it started with me too. (like the movies dictate I tell him) and after maybe a week I was proved right. He was starting to stay up online with me all night because neither of us wanted to sleep. 

At some point my dealer at the time asked me if I was okay because I wasn’t looking too good. (He was a dealer second and friend first. Dude was cool as shit) I told him about it and that, despite how dumb it was, it really was fucking with me hard. He gave me a handful of zanies, some of his personal herb stash (my memory says it was an oz but I honestly don’t recall), and told me that if that didn’t work he didn’t know what to tell me. 

It worked. Very well. His home remedy, at some point, led to another dream about Freddy wherein I was actually able to “wake up” in my dream. I was running from him again and caught myself doing it, I told myself to just stop and confront him. Which is what I did. I asked him why we were doing this whole thing. I don’t remember what he said but it ended with us smoking some of Harry’s (my old dealer) good hippie weed and deciding that we should probably stop doing this whole chasing thing because it wasn’t particularly fun. 

Like I said, Harry gave me a handful of bars, some undetermined amount of really good weed, I was on strong antipsychotics, my mom had gave me some of her nerve pills to try and sleep, and I was very sleep deprived. Not quite sure about the span of time this remedy took but I know it was at least four days. I know that because when I got back to school I had missed four days. 

When I got back to school the day (or days…) after Freddy and I smoked a peace treaty, the aforementioned friend let me know he had told my girlfriend about it when she started to get really worried about me due to my lack of sleep. Shortly after he told her what was up, she started dreaming of Freddy too. She hadn’t reached nightmares with him…yet. He told me all of this and let me know that on day three of my absence there were cops at the school because, apparently, a student had been found dead. (fucking movie, right?!), no name had been given out but they wanted to ask some people some questions. This was the third day that I hadn’t made contact with my friend, been to school, or made contact with my girlfriend and a student had been found dead.*

Needless to say they were trippin out about it hard. I told them how I fixed the problem and told them to come over to my house that weekend. I gave em the same treatment that Harry and my mom had given me (adjusted for weight of course) and let em sleep it off. They woke up groggy for a couple days (as expected) but that was pretty much the end of it. Neither of em said that they talked to Freddy or anything in their dreams but they both claimed, after a few weeks, that the dreams had stopped.

Apparently my dude still dreams of Freddy every once in a great while if he’s particularly stressed or something but that’s it.

We all turned into some characters in Nightmare on Elm street but in the real world nerve pills and weed fixed the fuck out of the problem. 

*It was just some kid that we went to school with if you’re curious. It was another overdose (southern Ohio has a major problem with those) so everyone moved on pretty quick. The death of millions is a statistic and such.

Also worth noting because this post isn’t quite long enough yet:

The super cheesy lines that Freddy uses, in the moment when you’re legit worried about him legit killing you, only make him more terrifying. The dude not only having zero problem catching up to you and scaring you with your worst fears but cracking wise while you’re terrified is a constant reminder that you’re nothing but a bag of various gooey bits worth nothing but some dad jokes.